Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uganda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marvin Gaye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
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